Downtown

Ami stopped at a bus station to get to the tattoo parlor faster. As she waited the few minutes for the bus to arrive, a married couple joined her at the stop. Ami noticed the man surreptitiously eyeing her from the corner of his eye and she gave him a little wave to show that she saw him. Then, to let him know she didn't mind him looking, she lifted her skirt to flash her panties at him.

His eyes widened and he glanced at his wife to make sure she didn't notice, then he grinned at Ami. She sidled up next to him opposite his wife and let him put his hand on her thigh.

Ami had never done anything like it in her life. The rush of adrenaline and excitement she felt was more intense than fighting monsters! He continued to touch and gently rub her thigh until the bus came, and then he boarded the bus with his wife as though nothing happened.

Ami boarded right behind them but sat by herself without ever having exchanged a single word with the man. She felt naughty and then realized she liked feeling naughty.

When the married couple stood to exit the bus, Ami waited for an opportune moment to lift her sweater and flash her bare breasts at the man where the wife wouldn't see. He missed a step as he exited the bus and fell hard to the ground.

Ami laughed uproariously as the doors closed and the bus pulled away. She finished her latte with a sigh of complete satisfaction, savoring the way it made her mind tingle. She chalked it up to caffeine, although a tiny part of her knew there was more to it than that. She just didn't care to look too closely at it.

Her own stop was next and she exited the bus still chuckling to herself. She'd always been so focused on the power of her magical transformation she'd completely neglected the raw power of sexuality. She'd held that in her hands for years, even without transforming into Sailor Mercury, she'd just never wielded it.

Well that was going to change.

Despite looking very out of place in the tattoo parlor, she strode into it confidently and announced she had called about her vulva piercing.

A tall, muscular woman approached her and folded her tattooed arms over her chest, evaluating Ami. She jerked her head to one side, in the direction of a semi-private area behind a curtain, and turned to lead Ami towards it. "Come on, then. We'll get you taken care of."

Ami smiled. She felt naughty again. It was quickly becoming her new favorite state of being.